The engagement was with the younger brother, but I've fallen for the older brother.

Guanlan Yipin is very close to Yu'an Hospital; you can get there by walking through an alley lined with camphor trees.

The May night breeze, carrying the scent of camphor trees, made one's bones feel weak.

Si Yimian took a deep breath.

This spot, this street, this distance.

Living close by is convenient.

He Sichen draped his suit jacket over his forearm, taking long strides, and had to slow down to wait for her after a few steps.

Si Yimian jogged after them, the streetlights casting long shadows of the two of them.

"Dr. He, slow down."

"If you have short legs, walk faster."

Si Yimian: "..."

dog man.

He Sichen glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, said nothing, but quietly slowed his pace.

When she caught up, the distance was reduced to half a step.

Si Yimian quietly snuggled closer to him.

He wiped his hand on his sleeve.

I wasn't rejected.

She smiled and, taking advantage of the situation, hooked her finger around his index finger.

Before I even saw him, a convertible sports car suddenly turned the corner.

Several young faces peered out of the carriage, their eyes burning with righteous fervor.

The girl in the lead had pink hair and was holding her phone up, pointing it forward.

"That's her!"

"Si Yimian!"

Before Si Yimian could even see her face clearly, several bottles of ice water mixture were splashed all over her head.

Her pupils contracted, and before she could even process what was happening, her waist was gripped tightly by a powerful force.

He Sichen turned to the side, blocking her view with his entire body, his back facing the spray of dirty water.

His white shirt was instantly soaked.

The red of the paint and the yellow of the egg mixture blended together to create a disgusting abstract painting.

He didn't even frown.

At the same time, he reached out and pulled Si Yimian into his arms.

He rested his chin on the top of her head, his breath brushing against the back of her ear.

"Close your eyes, don't look up."

Si Yimian obediently closed her eyes and buried her face in his chest.

She smelled the scent of mint, mixed with the refreshing coolness of disinfectant.

Two more bottles of ice water flew out of the carriage and hit him on the back.

Someone was shouting, "Bullys, die!"

"Apologize to Qin Enyu!"

"How dare the second young lady of the Si family bully her classmate!"

The dull thud of ice water hitting his back came through his shirt.

The egg yolk emitted a strong, fishy smell.

Paint was spilled on the ground and splattered onto his trouser legs.

The bottles rolled to one side.

Si Yimian didn't open her eyes; all she could hear in the world was his heartbeat.

He Sichen placed his palm on the back of her head, his thumb against her earlobe, and glanced at the car body.

Memorize the license plate number, vehicle model, and brand.

The people in the convertible were still yelling, "Did you record it? We'll post it on TikTok and make her famous!"

"It's all recorded, let's go!"

With a roar of the accelerator, the convertible sports car sped away.

The alleyway fell silent again, and Si Yimian lifted her face from his embrace.

He Sichen then released her.

He looked down at her, his gaze sweeping across her face.

"Are you hurt?"

Water dripped from the ends of his hair, landing on the tip of her fair nose.

It's cool.

She raised her hand to wipe it away and shook her head at him.

"no."

Although Si Yimian was well protected by him, her white dress was not spared.

The hem of her skirt was splattered with tiny specks of pink paint, like someone had spilled half a cup of strawberry milkshake on it.

Several strands of dirty, unidentified liquid clung to his hair, sticking to his neck in a sticky, gooey manner.

Si Yimian looked down at herself, then looked up at him.

He Sichen was ten times worse off than her; his white shirt was completely ruined, with water dripping down.

Immediately afterwards, he dialed Song Yilang's number.

"Check a vehicle, Beijing A·854XX, fluorescent pink Mustang, right rear light damaged, fleeing towards Lanjiang North Road."

"Check the information of all people in the vehicle, secure evidence, and preserve surveillance footage from all relevant sections of the road tonight."

"At the same time, I reported the case to the local police station on three counts: intentional injury, provoking trouble, and infringement of citizens' personal information."

"Yuan's legal department has initiated defamation proceedings."

Song Yilang responded on the other end.

The call has ended.

Si Yimian's phone vibrated again; this time it was Huo Siyue.

"Mianmian! Have you seen the trending topics?"

Huo Siyue exploded on the other end.

"That bitch Qin Enyu went on the variety show 'Truth or Dare,' crying like her father had died, saying she was bullied in high school!"

"Who bullied her? Guess?"

Based on tonight's events, the answer is already quite clear.

"I."

Huo Siyue was furious on the other end of the line.

"Yes! It's you!"

"The internet is full of people criticizing you, saying that Miss Chenxi is abusing her power!"

"All those things she described—pouring cold water on you, locking you in the toilet, tearing up your homework—they're exactly what she did to you back then!"

Si Yimian listened quietly, then suddenly smiled.

"Yueyue, don't get angry, anger damages the liver."

Huo Siyue is going crazy.

"Aren't you angry? Aren't you wronged? Don't you want to tear her apart?"

Si Yimian thought for a moment.

"If I go and cry on the trending topics right now, would that be considered riding her coattails?"

"Are you out of your mind, Mianmian?! She..."

"Yueyue".

Her voice suddenly softened.

"I have a way to handle this."

"I'm going home to shower and change. I just got covered in egg yolk, and now I smell like a pancake."

Huo Siyue was stunned for a moment, then her emotions suddenly surged.

"Egg splattered on me??? Who did that???"

"I don't know, a few young people ran away."

"Have you called the police?"

"I've reported it."

Si Yimian looked up at He Sichen.

He was standing under a streetlamp, scrolling through his phone with one hand; the streetlight illuminated his delicate features.

"It was reported by Dr. He."

"He Sichen is here too???"

Huo Siyue's voice suddenly rose.

"What was his reaction???"

Si Yimian looked up at him.

He Sichen noticed her gaze and looked up at her.

"Did you hang up?"

"not yet."

Huo Siyue paused for a moment on the other end, then said something solemnly.

"One last question! Are you turning on the shower again tonight?"

Si Yimian quickly covered the receiver, but it was too late.

He Sichen frowned.

Si Yimian smiled at him, a smile that was both sweet and endearing.

"What kind of shower head?"

"My showerhead is broken, and it's not producing hot water."

She spoke without changing her expression, not even blinking.

"Yueyue, I'm hanging up now."

Si Yimian hung up the phone.

He Sichen looked down at her.

The streetlights cast dappled shadows of camphor leaves across her face.

"Qin Enyu? You bullied her?"

Huo Siyue spoke loudly on the phone, and he heard most of it.

Upon hearing this, Si Yimian raised her face.

Do you believe it?

He Sichen didn't hesitate: "I believe you."

Si Yimian felt a jolt in her chest.

This man doesn't ask for evidence or details.

He accepted whatever she said.

Judging a case relies on intuition, while making a judgment depends on one's character.

Results in three seconds, even faster than the Chaoyang District Court.

He then asked, "Do you need any help?"

Si Yimian shook her head: "It's a small matter. Don't use a sledgehammer to crack a nut."

"Dr. He's resources should be reserved for important things."

He Sichen's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Any other woman would have been crying and begging him to get justice by now.

"Can you handle this yourself?"

"able."

Si Yimian nodded, her tone resolute.

"Okay, just say the word if you need anything."

He looked away, picked up the suit jacket draped over her forearm, and put it on her shoulders.

The coat was too big, making her look like a child who had stolen an adult's clothes.

"We'll talk about it when we get back."

……

Arrived at my doorstep.

The two men were filthy, as if they had escaped from a garbage dump.

Si Yimian stood in front of the door of 2702, stretched out her index finger, and pressed it on the fingerprint lock, but there was no response.

Huo Siyue's script had been running through her mind again and again.

The script is at this point; it's time to start ranking up.

"Dr. Crane."

Si Yimian turned around and looked at the person behind her.

"My combination lock is out of power."

He Sichen stood at the door of 2701, his hands in his pockets, also looking at her.

"It was still lit up yesterday."

"Maybe it also wants to go home."

He Sichen: "..."

Si Yimian bit her lower lip and took half a step forward, closing the distance to a dangerous level.

"Dr. Crane."

"Could I borrow your bathroom first?"

"I feel sticky all over, it's so uncomfortable."